God of War!
Holy shit, that shot had already booked itself as the Champions League Goal of the Season.
2:0!
RB Leipzig were mainly just unlucky. With one more regular starter, they might have made it an even contest.
Wishful thinking. As if Manchester United were playing with a full-strength lineup.
When Luka Modrić unleashed that outside-of-the-foot screamer in the Round of 16, everyone thought it would be the best goal of this Champions League season.
But now, it seemed that goal still fell quite short.
A rabona into the top corner!
"Nice, Tom!"
Mitchell van der Gaag raised both hands, then twisted his body twice.
That was the one.
Too strong!
"Beep, beep-beep!!"
The first half ended.
Manchester United went into the break with a two-goal lead and, unsurprisingly, received cheers from the staff in the VIP stands.
Unfortunately, there were not many Manchester United supporters in the stands. Most of them were Sporting CP or Benfica fans.
Of course, because of Cristiano Ronaldo, Sporting CP and Manchester United shared a subtle connection.
"Amazing!"
Mitchell van der Gaag patted Tang Ye's arm. "With these two goals, our chances of winning are already very high."
"Haha."
Tang Ye pushed Mitchell van der Gaag, urging the coach to hurry back to the dressing room.
"Right, wait a second."
Mitchell van der Gaag looked around, then said quietly, "I'll say some things in the dressing room later. Once I'm done, show that you agree with me, then add a few words of your own."
"Oh? Oh, okay."
Tang Ye was briefly stunned before indicating that he understood.
To Manchester United's players, Mitchell van der Gaag was more of a friend. They would listen to what he said, but that did not necessarily mean they would execute it well.
That was when Tang